"Wake up! wake up!" said Roberta. "We're in the new house—don't you remember? No servants or anything. Let's get up and begin to be useful. We'll just creep down mouse-quietly, and have everything beautiful before Mother gets up. I've woke Peter. He'll be dressed as soon as we are."
So they dressed quietly and quickly. Of course there was no water in their room, so when they got down they washed as much as they thought was necessary under the spout of the pump in the yard. One pumped and the other washed. It was splashy but interesting.
"It's much more fun than basiny washing," said Roberta. "How sparkly the weeds are between the stones, and the moss on the roof—oh, and the flowers!"
The roof of the back kitchen sloped down quite low. It was made of thatch and it had moss on it, and house-leeks and stone crop and wall-flowers, and even a clump of purple flag-flowers, at the far corner.
"This is far far farandaway prettier than Edgecombe Villa," said Phyllis. "I wonder what the garden's like."
"We mustn't think of the garden yet," said
